By My Window Pane

I sit by the window, and look at the rustling leaves, the swaying trees. The wind blows as if with a purpose, a purpose to stir up all that sleeps, all that lays dormant, all that lays forgotten. I look out and think how different it all seems, how strange it all feels as compared to the mundane, purposeless rush of traffic every day. When the few trees look bored, look dead, just standing as the slow traffic trudges by. Strange it is, how the rush of people looks so lifeless on some days and how a lone walker, fighting against the headstrong wind, clutching at his jacket moves forward with all his might, how alive he looks, how alive the wind is. As I think of this, I think of dreams, of feelings that are most alive in utmost calm, in utmost silence… in times like today. Like, when I read, when I walk alone sometimes… when I look out of my car window… when I am just about to fall asleep in his arms…  and suddenly a piece of paper flies in… brown and worn.. I catch it as it flies in through my window. Slightly crumpled, slightly torn yet preserving the story it tells. No name… just a poem.. a night… a lifetime…

The wind calms down, having fulfilled it’s purpose, awakening hope in me that their story is true, awakening joy at knowing their secret and awakening a desire to share it with the world…

A cup of coffee, warm and strong            

A warm pullover, tad too long                    

Rain drenched moonlight                             

Droplets on my window pane                    

A half-read book, by my side                      

The road lays bare, empty and wide        

Lost in memories, a dream in sight   

Our hands entwined, walking in the rain 

I hum that song 

As we walk along

In that magical night                                        

Blessed by the stars, the moon, the rain           

I look up at you, my prince by my side                    

A smile, a blush, eyes twinkling with pride            

You turn and hold me, close and tight                     

A memory, a dream, the truth: simple and plain 

Then we said so long

But we couldn't have been more wrong

For, in that magical night

My heart felt a piercing pain

Even though I tried

My love for you I couldn’t hide

And I knew it was right

My love, my dream, blessed by the rain

With me you walk, proud and strong,

A life lived together, happy and long

Hands still held, eyes twinkling bright

I hum a song, of love that didn't wane

I still look up and swell with pride

I’m old and wrinkly; still you’re by my side

I remember that dream, that magical night

When I dreamt of this, by my window pane 

-         Anonymous